The sound of hooves trodden on the mountain path, the refugees following behind occasionally looked up, daring not to gaze for too long. The oppressive aura of the Iron Scale Army cast a shadow that was hard to articulate.
Upon turning out of the mountain path, the Iron Scale Army slowed its pace and halted in front of a village, causing the vast crowd of refugees to stop as well.
Qin Jingde rode his horse in a trot and circled the entire carriage for inspection, his eagle-like eyes discerning its unusual nature—though seemingly simple, the outer walls were aged in two layers, the sturdy shaft concealed a complex structure allowing easy maneuvering, and though the carriage appeared modest, its cabin was indeed deep, with ample internal space.
Hearing some movement inside the cabin, Qin Jingde leaned closer to uncover the curtain for a look.
A man wearing a wide-brimmed hat cast a glance sideways.
